The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

Kunlun Pass.

Just as all the soldiers were on high alert, preparing for a possible renewed battle, the sky changed.

There were no dark clouds, nor thunderous roars.

Countless golden specks of light suddenly drifted down from the hazy sky. These specks of light were not sacred; instead, they exuded a sense of... how should I put it, a sense of the rigor of "administrative approval."

They fell gently, like spring rain, onto the monsters.

"roar?"

The Cyclops leader, who had been lying on the ground, raised his head in a daze.

It felt a warm power enter its body. This power wasn't as domineering as divine power, and it didn't make it feel omnipotent. Instead, it felt... empty in its hands, and it especially wanted to grab something to do something.

Immediately afterwards, a scene unfolded that made all the soldiers' eyes pop out.

Golden light converges.

On the bald head of the Cyclops, a huge, red helmet suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

The hat was a vibrant, upright red, and it even had a line of white characters printed on it that it couldn't understand but instinctively found impressive: "Safety in production is of paramount importance."

At the same time, the rotten wooden stick in its hand, which had been used for hundreds of years, exploded into a cloud of smoke with a "bang".

When the smoke cleared, it held a huge blueprint in its hand, an engineering drawing with a blue background and white lines.

It looked left and right, then suddenly slapped its head, as if possessed by a foreman.

"Hurry up! (Get to work!)"

The Cyclops leader roared.

This voice doesn't carry any murderous intent, it's full of energy.

It tucked the blueprints under its arm and strode over to a large crater created by a shell. In the past, it would have either walked around it or used the crater as cover.

But now, it looks at the pit with a furrowed brow, as if it has seen some substandard, shoddy construction project.

It bent down, its two huge hands plunging into the soil like shovels, and with a "heave-ho," it easily scooped up several tons of earth and filled it into the pit.

Not finished yet.

After filling the soil, it even used its big feet to stomp on it and bounce around to make sure the road surface was flat and compacted.

Having finished all this, it patted the dirt off its hands with satisfaction, looked up at its fellow clansmen who were still in a daze, and roared, "Roar!! (What are you looking at! Get back to work! Get ready for dinner!)"

The smaller Cyclopes shuddered.

Yellow safety helmets also appeared on their heads, and they each wielded a large iron hammer and a large shovel.

Immediately afterwards, the entire battlefield took a dramatic turn.

What should have been a bloodbath, a scene of carnage, has been transformed into a bustling construction site.

The centaurs weren't idle either.

Golden light fell upon them, transforming them into a set of dark blue vests, with two huge panniers on their backs printed with the same color scheme as SF Express.

They pawed at the ground restlessly, looking at the wounded and supplies scattered everywhere, and a logistics spirit of "I can't stand not sending something" was awakened.

A centaur charged onto the position. Before the soldiers could react, it grabbed a box of ammunition from the ground, a "Urgent" order slip dangling from its mouth. Its four hooves blurred into a blur as it delivered the supplies to the logistics station several kilometers away in the blink of an eye. Then, it galloped back like the wind, staring expectantly at the stunned cook sergeant, as if asking, "Any more slips? Can you give me a five-star review?"

Even more outrageous is the chimera.

This thing was originally a ruthless creature that could breathe fire and spit poison.

it's good now.

Each of its three menacing heads had a name tag hanging on it: [Stove No. 1], [Heating System No. 2], and [High-Risk Operations Specialist].

It lay prone beside a bunker in the 358th Regiment, its three heads carefully controlling the fire.

The middle head was breathing out a blue flame from a large cauldron, helping the cooks prepare porridge; the left head was lying next to several frozen wounded soldiers, breathing out warm air to keep the surrounding temperature constant at 26 degrees Celsius; the right head was also busy, helping to dry the damp firewood.

Huang Lei's fingers were burned by the cigarette, but he didn't feel any pain.

Looking at this absurd scene, he felt that his decades of military service had been in vain.

Is this still one of those mythical monsters that eat people?

This is practically a model worker!

"Regimental...Regimental Commander..." The battalion commander swallowed hard, pointing at the one-eyed giant handing bricks to the soldiers. "Am I still half asleep? Did this thing just smile at me? It even pointed at my gun. Is it asking me to light its cigarette?"

Huang Lei nodded blankly: "Probably. Don't fire, they're friendly forces... no, they're friendly soldiers."

……

In the live stream room.

The tense, suffocating atmosphere completely collapsed at this moment.

Instead, the screen was filled with question marks and barrage comments that could make the server crash from laughing.

"??????"

"What the hell?! Special engineering troops! Isn't this just a construction crew?"

"I'm dying of laughter! Look at that Cyclops, he's even holding blueprints! Even though he's holding them upside down, that serious look in his eyes is just like a client who hasn't passed their project inspection yet!"

"I admit I was terrified just now, but all I want to ask now is, can Centaur Delivery deliver food upstairs? My apartment is on the sixth floor and there's no elevator."

"Hey upstairs, that's a mythical beast! You want a mythical beast to deliver spicy hot pot to you?... But it actually seems possible!"

"Is this the racial talent of the Longxia people? They don't care what kind of monsters or demons you are, as long as you can work, you're all productivity!"

"Where's Cerberus? Oh, he's playing Minesweeper. Never mind then, his nose is definitely sharp."

……

Northern Europe, the polar ice caps.

Su Yun has distorted the atmosphere here, causing several "gods" thousands of miles away to lose their composure.

Shiva, Gabriel, and Anubis, who were witnessing this scene through their divine eye, looked more distressed than if they had swallowed a fly.

Especially Gabriel.

The archangel from Eden snapped the quill he was holding in his hand with a sharp crack. The white feathers flew everywhere, landing on his face, which was contorted with rage.

"He's humiliating us..." Gabriel's voice trembled with extreme anger, "He's humiliating the entire mythological system!"

"Killing them is one thing, but turning them into... construction workers? Deliverymen?"

Gabriel pointed at the Cyclops in the image, who was bending over and tamping the ground, his body trembling with rage. "This is a descendant of the Titans! A noble creature with the blood of Uranus flowing through its veins! And these Easterners have given it a red hat and made it do manual labor?!"

For God, death is not frightening.

What's scary is the downgrading.

This practice of dragging lofty mythical creatures into the mire, making them toil and struggle for the mundane affairs of mortal life, is tantamount to rubbing the dignity of gods into the ground, and then spitting on them afterward.

Shiva’s third eye, which had been half-open, suddenly opened a crack.

The aura of destruction instantly caused a corner of the surrounding iceberg to collapse.

"This is more vicious than death."

Shiva's voice was no longer calm as before; instead, it carried a deep sense of apprehension: "This Easterner is deconstructing our divinity."

"He is telling everyone that God is not scary, God is just a useful tool."

"Once this idea spreads, once humanity no longer reveres the unknown or fears the gods, the foundation of our faith will be completely severed."

Imagine if, in the future, when people see a mythical beast, their first reaction is not "I want to kneel down and worship," but "Can this thing be used to grind grain?" How can a god be a god then?

The scales in Anubis's hand, symbolizing the power of death, were now swaying slightly.

As he watched the three-headed hellhound in the video sniffing out unexploded mines for the soldiers, with a little red flower on its head that read "Mine Clearance Hero," a strange chill suddenly ran through him.

"We must stop him," Anubis said in a low voice. "This poison of 'secularization' is more dangerous than his Dongfeng missiles. He's turning mythology into fairy tales, into jokes."

Odin, with his arm severed, was huddled in a corner.

Looking at the scene on the screen, he blinked his one eye and suddenly felt a little glad that he had run fast.

If he had stayed where he was and hadn't escaped, given the nature of Easterners, wouldn't he, the father of all gods, have been assigned to guard a senior center? Or perhaps become a talking crow at a zoo for everyone to watch?

Just thinking about the scene made Odin shudder, and he even felt that his empty left sleeve didn't hurt as much anymore.

"What are you planning to do?" Odin asked in a gruff voice. "Go fight now? Don't forget, he hasn't even had a chance to warm up those two divine fragments yet."

Shiva remained silent for a moment, then slowly closed his third eye.

"War in the material world is meaningless."

"If he can reshape the rules in reality, then we'll go where he can't reach."

Shiva turned around, and a magnificent yet eerie phantom of a temple faintly appeared in the void behind him.

"Activate the projection of the Pantheon."

"Since he wants to develop infrastructure and turn the human world into a factory, let's move the battlefield to the spirit world, to the dream world, and to the depths of the consciousness of every mortal."

"I want him to know that some things can't be built with bricks and cement."

……